Luyện nghe bài hát Nappy Heads (Remix) *

Yo, Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, Fugee around the way

Yo, hey, head
Yo,
got there?
Hah, I got of that lyrical

Well, I'm a y'all
Well, I'm a y'all

You wanna battle swing I commandin' men like I was king
In all dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to also those papers say ock
I got of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera

Balang, balang, balang to de man de 'cuz I love thee
If you live by the sword you be die by the gun
'Cuz all guys tell lies and more girls it
I was ordered to Code Red, but now I'm with 'A Few Good Men'

Assassination on the kid from the
I never play the soap opera but now I'm a General
critical, spirit over who's the physical
So if I die, catch me at the

fly away, ohh, glory with a mic in my hand
To a land where only God me
And the Angels write raps on holy
I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he said the escalator
One flight up, is you'll be there
My sister'd be there, my mother'd be

So, Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, Fugee around de way

I don't so I always got my breath
Never had to battle a bullet proof vest
call me cock weasel but I, still cave a chest
I don't wear Jheri curls 'cuz I'm nah from the

No to the West, true indeed
I rock it to the East, the East is the
To see that them days back, yo sheepskins and Hot
to Mr. Magic, things are gettin' tragic

Now we on some new stuff, I never feared the Ku
My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the blunt
Whatcha gonna do, kids are actin'
Hill is fed up, yo where's the coporate at?

A Mister Three Piece
Check the square roots, Girbauds and boots
Nah, that's the serpents and know them tips
I got a head full of and a hand full of nappy roots
I feel a comin' down, yo I

I got the to make the chitty, bang, bang
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy bang
No I, got hte slang to the chitty, bang, bang
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the heads bang

Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday
And if you're busy, I mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, comin' round de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy heads in the zone and not goin' home

Hey, yo a battle is a but a battle's not a battle
if it's snake rattle
'Cuz my style's as old as a
As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new

So come follow me to the of Abraham
This land's land, this land's my land
The blacker the man, the better the next man
Yo, some nappy heads need to they necks for red

I, injection, put the to your skin feel reality's
You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to me
"Oh you hang with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap head to the song

Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Armstrong
And I say to myself, what a world
But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout in the farm
Mr. Man

The harder they come, the they fall, so come one come all
Don't stall or I'ma stick you a voodoo doll
Doors locked stop drawer for the count who
You slept on a kid from the

Out of land of the ill kill
Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top rankin'
Some say who comin' like the yuma but save the
'Cuz I've rockin' ever since eighty two
When I to rock my Pumas

Yes, yes, y'all, I'm a Libra y'all
Yes, yes, yes, well I'm a y'all
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra
Oh, co'mon, well I'm a Libra

Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse comin' around de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not home!

Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday
And if you're busy, I wouldn't taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse Fugee comin' de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy in the zone and we're not goin' home

I wear my at night
To spy on my girlfriend, that's
dancin', romancin', freakin' at night
Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,

I wear my at night
To spy on my girlfriend, right
They dancin', romancin', freakin' at
Say, Lisa could I get a date on Friday